let me finish.
your pulse is my responsibility.
he's forgotten his coat.
count tolstoy, you've forgotten your coat.
let him walk. let him walk.
i said, let him walk.
let him walk. let him walk. but you don't banish these people very much to your credit. i wish i had your largeness of spirit.
it really is the most extraordinary thing.
oh, that's good. that's good.
i'm not. i don't believe leo nikolayevich is christ. christ is christ but.
i believe he's one of the prophets. god speaks through him. i recognize the cadence in his voice.
in defense of my gift, let me demonstrate. it's quite remarkable, really.
leo nikolayevich is something of a luddite, i fear.
look at the love in him, like jesus. suffering the children. all that.
from sofya andreyevna. "i beg you. stop. unwell. stop. hurry back."
its sadly more than possible.
please, countess sofya-
sofya! open your eyes.
you're lying on a fork. sit up and you'll improve markedly. valentin, help to get her upstairs, would you?
she's alright. i'm more concerned for you.  we should all go to bed before something else happens.
yes.
he's an old friend, you know, from rome.
yes.
you'll be alright?
a lantern, i think. it's very dark tonight. and the apparatus for giving an enema.
he's changed his mind. he's going back to the house.
tolstoy abandons home!
i know. stay back.
it's alright. everything's fine.
let me take your temperature.
good, good. yes.
he will be fine.
yes.
i'm sorry, but it's time for your enema.
yes i'll. uhm.
listen to him. i'm supposed to be a doctor, for god's sake.
what is it? what is it?
it's true, leo nikolayevich.
his pulse, you see.
first cessation.
second cessation.
yes.
at ten minutes after six in the morning, a great soul passed from our world. leo nikoleyevich tolstoy is dead.